Romeo and JulietNew Shakespere society, 1875 - 141 pages |
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... thing , of nothing first create ! O heauie lightneffe ! ferious vanitie ! Mishapen Chaos of welfeeming formes ! Feather of lead , bright fimoke , cold fier , ficke health ! 176 Still waking fleepe , that is not what it is ! - This loue ...
... thing , of nothing first create ! O heauie lightneffe ! ferious vanitie ! Mishapen Chaos of welfeeming formes ! Feather of lead , bright fimoke , cold fier , ficke health ! 176 Still waking fleepe , that is not what it is ! - This loue ...
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... thing you fee ? Rom . I , if I know the letters and the language . Ser . Yee fay honeftly . Reft you merrie ! Rom . Stay , fellow ; I can read . S He reades the Letter . Eigneur Martino , & his wife , and daughters : Countie Anfelmo ...
... thing you fee ? Rom . I , if I know the letters and the language . Ser . Yee fay honeftly . Reft you merrie ! Rom . Stay , fellow ; I can read . S He reades the Letter . Eigneur Martino , & his wife , and daughters : Countie Anfelmo ...
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... thing in extremitie : I must hence to wait ; I beseech you , follow ftraight . [ Exit Seruingman . Lady C. We follow thee . - Iuliet , the Countie ftaies . Nurfe . Go , gyrle , feeke happie nights to happie dayes . [ Exeunt . I. 4 ...
... thing in extremitie : I must hence to wait ; I beseech you , follow ftraight . [ Exit Seruingman . Lady C. We follow thee . - Iuliet , the Countie ftaies . Nurfe . Go , gyrle , feeke happie nights to happie dayes . [ Exeunt . I. 4 ...
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... thing . Rom . Is loue a tender thing ? it is too rough , Too rude , too boyftrous ; and it pricks like thorne . Mer . If loue be rough with you , be rough with loue ; 28 Prick loue for pricking , and you beate loue downe.- Giue me a ...
... thing . Rom . Is loue a tender thing ? it is too rough , Too rude , too boyftrous ; and it pricks like thorne . Mer . If loue be rough with you , be rough with loue ; 28 Prick loue for pricking , and you beate loue downe.- Giue me a ...
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... things true . Mer . O , then , I fee , Queene Mab hath bin with you . [ Ben . Queen Mab ! whats she ? ] Mer . She is the Fairies inidwife ; and she comes 56 In fhape no bigger then an Agot ftone . On the forefinger of an Alderman ...
... things true . Mer . O , then , I fee , Queene Mab hath bin with you . [ Ben . Queen Mab ! whats she ? ] Mer . She is the Fairies inidwife ; and she comes 56 In fhape no bigger then an Agot ftone . On the forefinger of an Alderman ...
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adopted alteration art thou baniſhed Benuolio bewtie bloud Cambridge editors Capell Capulet Countie Paris dead death doth earth Enter Romeo euen Exeunt Exit eyes F. G. Fleay F. J. FURNIVALL faire felfe fhall flaine Fleay Folio followed fome fonne Friar Frier Lawrence fuch giue graue grones hath haue heauen heauie hees houſe Juliet Lady leaue line Q1 liue Lord loue louers Madam maide Malone Mantua married Mercutio morrow Mountague muſt neuer night Nurfe Nurſe old editions omitted original play passage Peter Pope Prince printed printer quartos Queen Mab reading revision Romeo and Juliet Samp ſay scene Shakspere Shakspere Society Shakspere's ſhall ſhe ſhould ſpeake speech stage direction ſtand ſtay Steevens ſweete teares tell thee Theobald theſe thou art thou wilt Thurſday Tybalt Verona vext vpon thy wife word
Popular passages
Page 29 - What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee Take all myself.
Page 114 - For nought so vile that on the earth doth live, But to the earth some special good doth give...
Page 29 - As is a winged meflenger of heauen Vnto the white vpturned wondring eyes, Of mortalls that fall backe to gaze on him...
Page 114 - Fri. The grey-eyed morne smiles on the frowning night, Checking the Easterne clowdes with streaks of light : And fleckeld darknesse like a drunkard reeles, From forth daies path, and Titans burning wheeles : Now ere jfec.
Page 33 - That lets it hop a litle from his hand, Like a poore prifoner in his twifted giues, And with a filken threed, plucks it backe againe.
Page 140 - Heer's to thy health, where ere thou tombest in. O true Appothecarie! Thy drugs are quicke. Thus with a kisse I die. Depart againe, here, here, will I remaine, With wormes that are thy Chamber-maides...